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The Banner Boy Scouts take a motor boat trip around the local lakes and rivers and investigate a haunted island.
What are you limping for, Bobolink? "Oh! shucks! I see there's no use trying to hide anything from your sharp eyes, Jack Stormways. Guess I just about walked my feet off today, goin' fishin' with our patrol leader, away over to the Radway River, and about six miles up." "Have any luck, Bobolink?" instantly demanded the third member of the group of three half-grown boys, who were passing after nightfall through some of the partly deserted streets on the outskirts of the thriving town of Stanhope; and whose name it might be stated was Tom Betts. "Well, I should say, yes. Between us we got seven fine bass, and a pickerel. By the way, I caught that pickerel; Paul, he looked after the bass end of the string, and like the bully chap he is divided with me;" and the boy who limped chuckled as he said this, showing that he could appreciate a joke, even when it was on himself.
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In his book The Banner Boy Scouts; or, The Struggle for Leadership, George A. Warren delves into the intricate dynamics of adolescent leadership within the context of the Boy Scouts movement. The story follows a group of young boys as they navigate the challenges of leading their troop, learning valuable lessons about teamwork, perseverance, and integrity. Warren's writing style is engaging and educational, perfectly capturing the spirit of adventure and character development that the Boy Scouts represent. Set during the early 20th century, the book provides a fascinating glimpse into the social and cultural landscape of the time, as well as the ideals of youth empowerment and personal growth. George A. Warren was a prominent figure in the Boy Scouts of America organization, with a deep passion for youth development and outdoor education. His personal experiences and dedication to scouting shine through in the authenticity and depth of the characters and themes in The Banner Boy Scouts. This book is a must-read for anyone interested in the history of scouting or the values of leadership and camaraderie. I highly recommend The Banner Boy Scouts; or, The Struggle for Leadership to readers of all ages who enjoy coming-of-age stories and tales of adventure. Warren's insights into the transformative power of leadership and the importance of moral character make this book a timeless classic.
Book Excerpt: odge behind that pile of lumber!" "Whew!" ejaculated Bobolink, showing the utmost interest, for excitement appealed to him. "Say, perhaps Hans has arrived ahead of the half hour," suggested Tom Betts. "No, it wasn't Hans, because I know him well, and he's a little runt of a Dutchman, but a fighter from the word go; and my father knows nobody's going to get away with those boxes of the professor while Hans and his musket, that was used in the Civil War, are on guard. That was a tall man, and he ran like he'd just heard us coming, and wanted to hide. I guess somebody else is curious about those boxes, besides Bobolink." CHAPTER II GLORIOUS NEWS "Look! there he goes scooting away over past that other pile of lumber!" said Tom Betts, pointing as he spoke; and both the others caught a glimpse of a dim figure that was bending over while hurrying away, as if anxious not to be seen. "Well, what d'ye think of Read More
Book Excerpt: odge behind that pile of lumber!" "Whew!" ejaculated Bobolink, showing the utmost interest, for excitement appealed to him. "Say, perhaps Hans has arrived ahead of the half hour," suggested Tom Betts. "No, it wasn't Hans, because I know him well, and he's a little runt of a Dutchman, but a fighter from the word go; and my father knows nobody's going to get away with those boxes of the professor while Hans and his musket, that was used in the Civil War, are on guard. That was a tall man, and he ran like he'd just heard us coming, and wanted to hide. I guess somebody else is curious about those boxes, besides Bobolink." CHAPTER II GLORIOUS NEWS "Look! there he goes scooting away over past that other pile of lumber!" said Tom Betts, pointing as he spoke; and both the others caught a glimpse of a dim figure that was bending over while hurrying away, as if anxious not to be seen. "Well, what d'ye think of Read More
A MEETING IN THE BARN "All here now, Paul!" "Call the roll, somebody, won't you?" "Keep quiet, fellows, please!" "Shall I strike a match, Paul?" "Not on your life, Bobolink. That crowd of Ted Slavin's is out, looking for us. Somebody must have leaked, or else Ted was tipped off. We've got to be mighty cautious, I tell you, if we want to give them the slip." "S-s-say, d-d-don't you k-k-know we've got a fi-fine b-b-barn on our p-p-place, fellows?" "For goodness sake; won't somebody please pound Bluff Shipley on the back, and make him bite his twisted tongue, so he can talk straight?" cried a pleading voice. "Listen!" There must have been a streak of authority in the tone used by Paul Morrison when he spoke this last word; every one of the other six boys crouched there, craning his neck, and listening to catch the unusual sound that had apparently reached the trained ears of their leader. The woods surrounded the boys on all sides, gloomy, and full of mystifying noises. Yet Paul knew full well just what every one of the sounds meant. An owl called mournfully to its mate from a hollow tree. Katydids and merry crickets added their shrill music to the chorus of that late summer night. Even a colony of tree frogs solemnly chanted their appeal for "more rain." During the day just ended six fellows in the thriving town of Stanhope had received urgent telephone calls from Paul, who was an only son of the leading doctor in the place. And each boy had promised to meet him at the Three Oaks by the time the clock in the church steeple had struck eight. It was even now booming out the hour. When the last stroke died away, the most impatient among the gathered boys moved restlessly. "Follow me, fellows," said Paul, in a low, thrilling tone. "Where are we heading for?" queried one, who had as yet failed to express his feelings in the matter. This was Wallace Carberry, the sober member of the pair known far and wide as the Carberry Twins; his mate, William, being his exact counterpart in every particular, when he chose to repress the good-natured grin that usually marked his fate. "To the Shipley barn; single file; and silence is the watchword!" Paul Morrison had long enjoyed the confidence of his comrades in most matters pertaining to outdoor sports. A healthy lad, both in mind and body, he was never so happy as when studying the secrets of Nature in wood and meadow; or in playing any of the various strenuous games to which all boys with red blood in their veins are addicted. And when he sent out his mysterious request that some of his most intimate friends meet him on this night, as he had a communication of importance to put up to them, the greatest curiosity made itself manifest. Paul never suggested ordinary things. More than once he had engineered some game that brought honor and glory to the boys of Stanhope; and remembering these satisfactory "stunts" of old, it was no wonder these fellows had come to the place of meeting without a single exception. With Bluff Shipley close upon the heels of the leader, and Robert Oliver Link, whose name had long since been corrupted into Bobolink, bringing up the rear, the seven lads trailed through the woods, following some path with which they were evidently more or less familiar.